How much does one scene mean to a movie? Can it make or break it? Most of this film is warm-hearted, capturing the appeal of folk music while gently poking fun at familiar tropes. Even more than Spinal Tap, I feel like the songs stand as nuanced homages to various genres. Love Levy and O'Hara's story. However, one bit of stupid, stupid transphobia is like a poke in the eye. So, can't recommend without that caveat.
Perhaps the gold standard for the mockumentary, so smart in how it manages to convey the appeal of folk music while also satirizing the way the genre seems to enshrine a moment in our culture that, even by the late Sixties, must have seemed horribly antiquated ("There’s chicken on the table/But you got to say grace"). Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hara provide a sweetness here I find genuinely touching.